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He wasn’t one for talking.
Husk listened; he always listened. Bartender, bitch to the bartender, cry at the bartender, grab at the bartenders hat and scream and wail about missing your wife for the hundredth time since you moved in like a fucking twat (courtesy of Lucifer).
If that fucker leaves another pool of angelic tears on my fucking bar top I swear to fuck-
However, Husk was cut off from his thoughts of possible Hell treason by the sounds of an Angel busting through the doors. Not a literal angel - far from it, to most. Angel Dust, whose reputation wouldn’t exactly paint him as angelic.
He stalked over to the bartop, reeking of the fruitiest alcoholic drinks Husk had ever smelled; they made his nose grimace with disgust at the bitter sweet tartness. He eyed Angel as he slumped into a stool, smiling crookedly, his gold tooth shining.
“Heyya kitty~” Angel slurred, leaning his head on his arms. “Could yah get a pretty boy a drink?”
Husk cringed at him and promptly shook his head.
“You’re cut off.”
“I just got ‘ere!”
“And you’re already drunk as fuck,” Husk replied flatly. “I don’t need your dumbass even more out of it than you already are.”
Angel smiled with his eyes squinted and pointed at Husk with a wobbling finger.
“Are youuu worried about mee? Awwwww,” Angel looked like he was going to poke Husk’s face, but didn’t. Even drunk, he was being somewhat respectful, which Husk appreciated.
“Don’t yah worry pretty kitty,” Angel hiccuped.
“I’m alllll goooood.”
He “confirmed” this by making a sailing motion with his hands, a “woosh!” noise drawling out of his lips.
“You need to sleep, Angel.”
“Wow so forward,” Angel said coyly, but his eyes were dropping as he said it.
“You know what I meant.”
“You want me sooo bad!”
Husk huffed a breath and rolled his eyes.
Angel smiled to himself.
Husk sipped some of his drink to distract himself from how soft Angel looked, when-
“It’s okkkayy Husky,” Angel whispered into the air.
“I want you toooo..”
Husk choked a bit on his drink.
Angel didn’t seem to notice, nearly mumbling to himself as he yawned a little bit.
“You’re such a .. such a nice guy, Husk! Likeee wooooowww .. that’s crazy! You’re so .. so good. How are yah .. how are yah.. in hell? That’s crazy!! You pretty kitty you .. you lovely kitty .. I love .. “ Angel blew out a breath while mumbling, and Husk’s face was burning a deep shade of red as he stared down at Angel whose eyes were closed.
He nudged Angel, despite clenching the bottle in his hand for the dear life of him.
“Angel go to bed.”
“Mmm .. “ Angel murmured to himself, but begrudgingly started to get up, drunk and disorientated and sleepy.
He looked at Husk with half lidded eyes; Husk blew out a breath, hopping over to help him up, not breathing a single word.
Angel smiled to himself as he leaned into Husk’s arms as he guided Angel up the stairs. His face was burning practically off.
When they got to Angel’s room, Husk kicked open the door, landing Angel down onto his bed as he snuggled into the duvet. He let out a content hum.
Husk made to leave; the faster out of there the better, when Angel made a noise.
“Husk .. “
“.. what?” he replied, hesitantly.
“You’re so great,” Angel grinned into his pillow.
“It’s nothing-“
“-I love you so much,” Angel murmured, his voice sluggish from sleep as he knocked out.
Husk froze. His jaw opened and closed and opened, then closed again.
Okay.
This was.
Fine. Right?
Right.
Maybe he would’ve said something if Angel had been awake, but the gentle sounds of him snoring killed any response he could’ve resurrected from his throat as he rushed out the door, slamming it behind him. He could hear his heartbeat thrumming inside his ears as he clutched a claw to his chest.
What the fuck?
“He’s drunk,” Husk told himself.
He felt his mind pull back to the look in Angel’s eyes, though. The sincerity. The moment of clarity before dozing off back into his own head.
He swallowed, hard.
“It was fucking legit. Okay. That’s. Something,” Husk started pacing down the hallway, anxiety riddling his chest. “He’s gonna forget this tomorrow, isn’t he? Should I say it? No that’s weird. Fuck.”
He slapped his own face with his paw as he growled in frustration, stalking to his own bedroom and slamming the door, grabbing a bottle.
He went to swig it when he smelt faint traces of fruit in it; apple, he assumed, but his mind went blank as it recalled Angel and his fruity drinks.
He growled louder, slamming his fist down and collapsing onto his bed.
“Fuck,” he thought. He kicked his legs suddenly into the air as if throwing out the energy. “FUCK.”
So, maybe Husk was being a bit .. much.
He sighed, eyeing the picture of him and Angel he had propped up on his nightstand.
Husk almost gagged at the sensation of fluttering in his stomach and seriously debated punching it to kill them off if he could. They kept fluttering.
He groaned, turning on his back.
Maybe he could just accept that this was a thing.
He liked Angel and Angel …
Husk felt his stomach erupt in fluttering butterflies, and his growl quickly turned into a grunt of pain as he absolutely slammed a punch into his stomach to try and stop it.
“Fuck,” he thought as he let out a groan.
Then he growled at himself again. Why was he being such a fucking idiot?
Why was this so hard to process?
He sighed to himself, rolling onto his side.
Angel. Okay. He likes him.
Angel likes him too.
Okay.
Good.
Husk felt a blush rising up his neck and let out a colourful string of curses at how he was acting.
He didn’t want to admit he liked it.
…
The next few days, he watched Angel.
How he acted, how he smiled, spoke, walked, or just stood around. Always waiting to see would he bring it up. But clearly, he didn’t remember.
He’d been completely normal.
Until tonight.
Husk eyed his fidgeting hands, his own busy as Angel’s eyes looked everywhere but at Husk.
“Hey, Husky?” he asked suddenly.
“Mhm,” Husk said, his voice cracking slightly on the noise and he cringed at himself internally.
“I need yah help ..”
“Mm?” Husk grunted out again. He feared if he spoke his voice would break embarrassingly.
“So I uh .. I wanna confess to this .. guy.”
Husk kept busy cleaning the glasses behind him as he hummed in “thought” to himself. Angel was fidgeting like mad, his face picking up a little bit of a blush as he asked.
He’s such an idiot.
Angel laughed nervously to himself, blushing.
“Uhm I .. I really .. like him and uh ..”
Husk found himself bemused by the constant stumbling of Angel’s words, a sense of glee at the idea that it was all due to him and him alone.
“ .. I just uh ..” Angel’s face was burning.
“I wanna make sure he uh .. is aright .. with that ..”
“How do I help?” Husk asked in a monotone.
He felt a dip of pride when Angel flushed more.
“Uhm.. just .. uh ..”
“Yes?” Husk smirked.
“Uhm .. fuck, ha .. what was I .. saying?”
Husk raised his brows, both in mockery and surprise.
“Didn’t know you liked them that much.”
“I haven’t .. liked someone in Hell it’s just .. sex n’ stuff,” Angel mumbled. “So fuck yah!”
It was Husk’s turn to blush ever so slightly; he covered it by turning away.
“Anyways got any uh .. advice?”
“How the fuck would I know?” Husk replied quietly.
“Well I don’t fucking know-“
“-whatever you say I’ll say yes, Angel.”
“But I can’t just say whatever-“ his voice cut off.
Husk smirked to himself as Angel’s face went through a million different emotions. It landed on his jaw slightly open with a quizzical look.
“How the fuck did you know that?”
Husk didn’t say anything as Angel blushed deeper.
“Husk! Answer me yah fucker-“
Husk leaned closer to Angel, whose face was a deep, dark red by now. He stammered under his breath as he blinked rapidly at Husk.
“Wha-“
“-I know because I know,” Husk murmured, enjoying the widespread blush on Angel’s face.
Angel opened and closed his mouth like a fish.
“Cause I’m so great,” Husk drawled, earning a quizzical expression from Angel.
“And I’m so nice .. and oh, hmm .. a pretty .. no, lovely, kitty,” Husk grinned, watching realisation dawn on Angel’s face.
“Oh my fucking ..” Angel muttered an array of curses in English and Italian, his neck turning red as he used his hands to travel up and hide his face.
Husk stopped them, holding his hands in his own as Angel stared up at him. Husk felt his own face heat up under the weight of his stare.
“You do register, I said yes, right?”
Angel stared like he was short circuiting and then went redder again, hiding his face in Husk’s chest.
Husk snorted to himself when he heard a muffled “Fuck you.”